The City of Civilisation, last stronghold of mankind in a broken world, has been dying for over a thousand years. It's very survival, dependant on blood spilt in its defense and yet... so too are its profits. A city on the very edge of the world and a world at its end, but every end is a new beginning.

Culus and Davi, gutter rats of the Runner Clan are ripped apart and face a world indifferent to their struggles, it is far too busy with its own. One above and one below, both will push boundaries coming to terms with their new realities.

"Why settle for the mantle of Tyrant when for a little more blood, I could be your God." From the shadows

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Where would a world of Wuxia start? Who was the first to forge the blade and form techniques for the taking of life? What type of man thought up the practise of Acupuncture and were their intentions honourable?

Hey guys,

This is my first attempt at writing a novel. I sincerely hope to entertain you and welcome any feedback. I will try my very best to answer ALL questions in a timely fashion and am looking to upload at least 2 chapters per week.

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